POEMS WRITTEN BY PANROBE

THE MOON
You were resting low...in the dark blue velvet
of the night sky
When you filled all of my mind..as I drove by
I wondered how it was
how it could be
That the traffic didn't stop...to pay homage to thee
Did they not see you beauty
Not feel in awe
Not feel that gentle love light you wore
Your light cast it's soft glow... in that blue velvet sky
And imprisioned my heart...as I drove by
For you had cast your spell over me
That I never want to break ...or set me free
But caught.... through eternity...by you
Beguiled
To stay forever in your soft gentle smile
So please... moon... cast your spell bright
and keep me everwhile...in your
gentle..gentle...light

By Panrobe



SMELL THE ROSES

Roses are beautiful....as pure as a dove
Roses are are gift.... from our earth home... with love
This sweet earth.... this place so divine
So splendidly endowed by nature so fine
With so many wonders....a creation so grand...loving sculptured
by infinity's knowing hand
Majestic scenes of mountain sea and sky
Crimson horizons.... feflected in the blue...pink clouds captured.....
and caught within you
Natures gentleness..... it's wonders to behold
It's beauty..... as a new born Lamb.... it does unfold
It's caress.... as a petal does brush your cheek... as it drops gently
to surrender at your feet
To comprehend...and submit to this energy so divine
To bow and surrender to ageless time
To melt into this vibrational force
To be true to yourself..... and follow your course
To stop for just a moment or two.....and smell the
roses
all... around.... you


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WHY
I am sitting here wondering why
The leaves must fall and say goodbye
Why the sun soon won't feel so strong
Why do the nights get so long
Why do the days draw right in
Why are some people fat and others are thin
Why do cows moo and not bark
Why is a lark called a lark
Why is a elephant big and not small
Why does a giraffe grow so tall
Why is the ocean blue and not brown
Why isn't the earth square instead of round
Why have sheep got wool instead of leaves
Why does pollen make you sneeze
Why do people say "here's mud in your eye"
Why do they tell you pigs can fly
Why isn't a table called a chair
Why can't we grow wool instead of hair
Why do people say " up the apples and pears"
Why don't they say what they mean up the stairs
Why is a song called a tune
Why do they say people croon
Why is the sun called that way
Why don't they call it the light during the day
Why is why .......why...
Why can't it be see
Why can't a monkey swim through the trees
Why has a camel got a hump
Why do they call a half tree a stump..
I would tell you if I only knew why....
but I don't....so....I'll just say .....bye

By Panrobe

YOUNG WILD AND FREE

O, for those carefree days when we were young wild and free
and we had all of nature to keep us company
Down abandon railway tracks we would often roam
many a mile we would stray from home
Across open fields, across gates and streams
and those childhood fantasies that we would dream
We would be away for hours.. Lally Jean and I
So it was that the summer days went by
Sometimes at night from our bedroom window we would creep
our friend Lally... we had arranged to meet
We would don our secret robs of dark green, so in the black of the night we would not be seen
But Lally she would never show
We would whistle and call low her name
but Lally... still she never came
So back to our bedroom we would once again creep
but fear of discovery would accompany us
Had we been missed... would there be a fuss
Down from our windowsill we would alight
across to our beds where our pillows length-ways would be
to make them look like Jean and me
Soon our heads on the straightened pillows would go
and blissful sleep would replace the woe
Such glorious days did we have back then
Carefree days of laughter and sun... carefree days so full of fun
and though the years have sped quickly by
I can recall them again in the blink of an eye...I can feel the grass
smell sent in the breeze and remember the glory of being....young... wild... and..... free

By Panrobe

SMALL WINDOW OF TIME

Tis a favourite pastime, for oft', when on a summer evening,
As the day does settle to rest.....After a gentle climb to the top of the ridge,
With the hint of wood smoke, burning leaves adrift in the stillness,
And all before you, for as far as the eye can see...
North, south, east, and west...in glorious splendour, displayed...
magnificent in it's self alone....is natures work, the ever changing canvas...
Yellow fields of rape, made more brilliant by the setting sun
The dark green of the deep woods high pine...
The shimmering white of the silver birch....the rolling slope....
down to the mirror of the sky, where swans on clouds, swim by.
Where geese and water fowl share.....
And way farther still in the distance, hardly seen...
road and hedge row merge...roof tops fade with the light
and as the sun... down beyond the horizon...does creep.
When the sky and river appear the same....
In that small window of time......The eternal flame...
The universe....infinite power....awesome.....sublime..
Shares with all... that.. which is...thyne.....

By Panrobe



THE OLD IRON BED

That old Iron bed...I remember it so well
And the story about it.... to you I now will tell
We were only youngsters my sister Jean and me
Our years no more than five or six ...if I remember.... rightly
When at night to bed.... we were told to go
Tucked up warm and tightly, we would start to play
After we had waited till our Mum or Dad went away
We would make a tent... in that old Iron bed and start to
Giggle and laugh.... as the tent would start to spread
There we would be..... with blankets all around.... and I can't imagine
How it happened...... but the bed fell on the ground
Panic...panic...we did that quiet free....
As we struggled to get it back on it's big.... Iron frame.... quickly
Thud!...Thud!....from down the hall.... our Dad's step we could hear
Hurry!... hurry!.... he's getting close.... he is very nearly here
"We didn't mean to do it Dad .... It's really not fair.....we only turned over.....
and it just..... fell there!"
With a grunt and a groan ....it was all put back
A warning to be have ourselves.... or we would get a slap
Then we were tuck up warm again and told to get to sleep....
And from neither of us... did they want to hear a peep!
Snigger...snigger...giggle ...laugh
Face in pillow would go....hurry up and leave Dad......
or we will surely blow
Snigger snigger ...giggle laugh as he went out the door
Then snigger..... snigger.... giggle....laugh...became a mighty roar
We would be lying there with with the pillows across our face
praying he hadn't heard us ....or we were in disgrace
We would wait till he was gone and we would begin....again
Or we would start to argue..... if we didn't play a game
That could get real bad... why... we would neally start a war
till in the end... a imaginary line.... down the bed we were draw
"Now stay in your side.... don't dare come in mine"
"It's all your fault... and I get the blame... every time"
I am sure sometimes.... we fell asleep that way
But we never remembered in the morning... we just went out to play
Now all these years later.... when an Old Iron Bed I see
It's snigger...snigger...giggle....laugh... when I remember...
Jean and me

By Panrobe